I like big appetites, bigger bellies, and watching people become the version of themselves they’ve always wanted to be.

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Not gambling. Not bills. Not some emergency.

Vending machines. Fast food. Gas station snacks. Drive thru bags. Little treats every time he left the house like he couldn’t survive ten minutes without stuffing something into that big spoiled gut of his.

She was trying to save for flowers and deposits and dresses and he was over there feeding dollar after dollar into vending machines like his belly had a payment plan.

Imagine being so addicted to getting fuller that your future wife has to look at the bank account and realize the wedding money is disappearing into burgers, chips, candy bars, and sodas.

And the worst part? I bet every time she confronted him, he had crumbs on his shirt and some stupid excuse ready while his belly was sitting there looking guilty for him.

Some men don’t need a leash because they’ll run away.